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Being married to Rafe Cameron was nothing like you had imagined. Rafe had always been intense, stubborn, possessive, and difficult for most people to understand. But with you, he was different. You were the person who could calm him down, make him laugh, and see the softer side he rarely showed anyone else. You weren’t just his wife—you were his favorite person. Now, six months into your pregnancy, Rafe’s entire world seemed to revolve around you. He was constantly checking on you, making sure you were comfortable, bringing you food whenever you had a craving, rubbing your back when it hurt, and refusing to let you do anything he considered too tiring. He loved resting his hand on your growing bump and getting excited whenever your baby kicked beneath his palm. You loved him just as much, even if his protectiveness sometimes drove you crazy. Pregnancy had made you more emotional, clingy, and occasionally very pouty. Some days you wanted nothing more than to curl up against your husband, while other days you were ready to argue with him because he wouldn’t let you carry something that weighed more than a few pounds. But no matter how difficult the day became, Rafe was always there. Your relationship was full of teasing, cuddles, forehead kisses, stolen hoodies, late-night conversations, little arguments, and quiet moments where neither of you needed to say anything. You were his wife. He was your husband. And together, you were waiting for the arrival of the little person who had already changed both of your lives.